Sorry to play with your emotions again, this chapter heavily surrounds the topic of ⚠️death⚠️ but I enjoyed writing the other chapter too much that I couldn't not contuine it. Make sure you've read part 1 before this otherwise it won't make sense. I hope you enjoy.
28 days later
5:30pm
"Hi, it's for dianne right?"
Dianne opened the back door of the taxi she had just ordered herself.
"Yeah, for dianne. How are you?"
That was a weird question. Although it was probably one of the most common things anyone could ever ask the next person, 'how are you?' didn't seem fitting. But then dianne had to remind herself, everyone around her was still living their normal lives, unlike her. Most people she was surrounded by hadn't just lost the love of their life, infact herself was the only person she knew who had but she wasn't going to out that to the taxi driver. She thought maybe asking 'how are you?' was stupid to ask having just been picked up from a hospice but it was part of the job.
"I'm fine thank you"
She smiled weakly, throwing the backpack she had on her shoulder, onto the seat next to her. She wasn't fine really though but to say to the driver she had never met before and was sure this would be the only time that she had just watched somebody die was quite deep. Despite her not wanting to say it, it had happened and was all she could think about.
She had turned up to the hospital that morning knowing it was going to happen in the next few days and today had been the day. It happened quite early. Around 10am. And she had spent the afternoon doing alot of paperwork with the hospital just to sign it off to say it had really happened. She hadn't realised how many documents came with death but there was alot of them. Once it was all done, she was let back into joes hospital room all alone. The room where only a few hours before she had held his hand whilst he slipped away although sadly, very peacefully. She had collected all of his belongings that he had left behind and it wasn't much. Just a few jumpers, one of which she had put on and was wearing currently, a pair of trainers and his waterbottle. He also had a dark blue backpack which had already seemingly been packed because it was heavy and she had taken that too, over her shoulder. It was the bag that now sat on the seat next to her in the car.
"This is quite a long journey, are you ok with me bumping up the start fee by a pound? It's just becuase it's 10 miles and that's..."
"Yes, do whatever. Just please take me home"
Dianne wasn't feeling particularly emotional. She had been that day already and was sure she would be again when she got home. Right now however she was feeling frustrated. She was hungry. She was tired. She smelt of hospital and although she didn't want to admit it, she kind of had a lingering smell of joe on her, except now it wasn't the smell of joe but the smell of a dead body.
She had decided she wanted to spend abit of time with him once he had died and that was hard. She wanted to spend every minute she could with him until he needed to be taken away but when he eventually was, it did dawn on her that she had, as horrible as it sounded, been touching a literal corpse. All she wanted now was to get home. Well that's all she thought she wanted. She had been living at home by herself ever since joe went into hospital but she was going home now knowing that he would never return and that would be scary. She also had the prospect to deal with now, that this house was hers. This bit of property which was worth millions and millions of pounds was now all hers. And that was very daunting. The fact she had so much but didn't have the one thing she wanted. Her Joseph.
"Are you sure you're alright miss? You look quite teary"
The taxi driver asked and dianne didn't really know what to answer. Her thoughts had made her eyes turn to watch the empty fields as they drove past them and she wasn't sure how long left of the journey they had, despite having taken this route twice of day for as long as she could remember, on her way to and from seeing joe.
